"My lords and ladies, hear ye!It has been decided by the council that the campaign ending date will be moved forward, to WEDNESDAY, 3rd OF OCTOBER 23:59, to ensure that all evildoers and enemies of the state are well and truly rooted out."

"My lords and ladies, hear ye!It has been decided by the council that the campaign ending date will be moved forward, to WEDNESDAY, 3rd OF OCTOBER 23:59, to ensure that all evildoers and enemies of the state are well and truly rooted out."

I'm guessing there are not nearly enough entries to call it a contest yet...

anyway, I am also in danger of not finishing, so I have uploaded some teaser images of half of my MOC - should I not be able to finish it I will have to submit this

Audrey Fiery burst into the dining hall of Castle Corburg with such suddenness and energy that Lord Alexander DeCoboray reached for and had his sword in hand before he even realized the person entering the hall was Audrey. It was mid-day, and he and the Lady Roweena DeCoboray were enjoying a light meal, and all had been at peace until this moment. Audrey saluted and asked forgivance for the disruption, and presented a sealed letter, with the wax seal of High Lord Godfrey Ariand Wencleclaus II of Lenfald. “We just received this by messenger from the capital, my lord,” Audrey said, out of breath, “I rode it from Marburg to here, myself.”

Alexander took the offered folded letter, and broke the wax seal and read a rather short message. His face took a grim expression, causing his beautiful wife to inquire what was wrong; he did not answer at first, instead, re-reading the letter before setting it down. “The High Lord Godfrey Wenseclause has passed away. The seat of Lenfald is empty, and his senior advisor, Stephan of Stonewald, seeks to put himself in the throne.” Lady Roweena gasped at this news. Neither she or her beloved husband, Alexander, had ever personally met the High Lord, but in his correspondence accepting Alexander’s lordship in this far-flung northeastern corner of Lenfald, he had seemed a generous soul. “What does this mean, my love?” she asked. “It means that there will be war. I know that there will be those loyal to the High Lord who will assemble their forces to defend the throne and the rightful heir to it, and then there will be those opportunists who will see personal advantage and quick promotion and ally themselves to Stonewald.”

Silence hung over the dining hall. It was early Fall, and the days were still lovely warm, and the castle seemed to be the perfect temperature – it was a most unlikely day for such dire news. “Where does this place us, my love?” Roweena asked, somewhat hesitantly. “It places us in a position where we must show our loyalty: rally to the throne and the proper line of descent to the throne, or take our chances with the usurper.”

“We know neither,” Alexander pointed out, “but we have sworn our allegiance to Lenfald, our homeland, and thus its rightful ruler determined by providence, not by the tyrant sword. We will uphold our homeland, its colors, its laws, and our oath to it. Which brings me to the second part of the letter,” Alexander gestured to the document now on the oak long table. “The interim council asks for all loyal lords to assemble their forces immediately, and march against the forces of Stephen of Stonewald, hopefully while they still assemble in the woods, before they can march on the capital and take the throne.”

Alexander looked then to his loyal Audrey, “Audrey, my scout, ride hard to the south. Keep your eyes open for any signs of a military force assembling. If you see such signs, scout it out, determine if they are loyal to Lenfald, or to Stonewald. Then ride back to me, hard and fast. Before you leave, tell Robert Goldshanks to ride likewise to the west. To the east there is no Lord before the city of Falkenborg and the border of Garhim; to the south is the wilderness of the Dragonscale Mountains populated only by the tribes of the Mountain Orcs, save the valley and city of Strongborough; to the southwest is only vast wilderness. If there is anyone who will rally to Stonewald, then they are to the west toward Bladefall or to the south toward Dragonsmouth.” Audrey saluted again and disappeared. Hobby, Steward for Castle Corburg, appeared from the kitchens, and Alexander ordered him to find Captain Artavius, Captain of Alexander’s personal guard; Sir Decimus, Captain of the Cavalry; and, Sir Gueren, General of all of Alexander’s forces -- knights, cavalry and infantry. Alexander pushed aside his mid-day meal while he waited for his officers to appear; his thoughts were heavy on this dire news. His army was small, mostly maintained as a peacekeeping force for this remote region of Lenfald where few could find it on the map, let alone be bothered to protect the people here from Outlaws and raiding Mountain Orcs. But, though small, Alexander had insisted on keeping his fighting men very well trained and of a professional mind. If war came to this region of Lenfald, then his small army would surely count for twice their number by skill in combat.

It was but moments before his three officers arrived, Sir Gueren, Sir Decimus, and Captain Artavius. “My loyal men, the throne of Lenfald sits empty this day, as the High Lord has passed in his sleep. To compound this sadness, his senior advisor, Stephen of Stonewald, now rallies whatever forces he can muster to his banner to supplant the rightful heir, and place himself on the throne. A call has been sent out, by messengers on the fastest horse, calling those loyal to Lenfald to fight against Stonewald and his forces,” Alexander began, in a grave voice. “I have already dispatched my scouts west and south to seek out any sign of other forces marshaling, and to determine their loyalty. If they return with word of a rebellious force, I mean to march every fighting man under my command against the rebels and crush them.” Again, there was silence. Alexander continued, “I uphold my oath of loyalty to the throne, which has granted me this lordship, and is the providential seat over my homeland. I expect every one of you to likewise hold to the oaths you made to me, and vicariously to that same throne. If you choose otherwise, you are dismissed this very day; be gone before I consider it treason and throw that man into a dungeon.”

As one, all three men stepped forward and saluted, with a fierce look in their eyes. “We hold to our oaths to death, my lord, to you, to the throne, to God. You never need question our loyalty to you,” stated Sir Gueren for the three of them. “Very well,” nodded Alexander, touched by their show of fealty. “Marshal our own forces. We march the moment we find rebel forces loyal to Stonewald. We show no mercy; we ask for none.”

It was four days before Audrey returned from the south. Robert Goldshanks was another day in returning from the city of Bladefall itself; Robert had no news to report other than many a squeamish peasant from rumors of war in the air, and that every mercenary in the world seemed to have disappeared into the woods of Lenfald – supposedly to seek employment with Stonewald. Audrey, on the other hand, returned to report that the minor lord, Lord Caballus, whose lands lay to the south of Alexander DeCoboray’s lands, had successfully recruited the fighting warriors of several nearby Mountain Orc tribes to march with his own fighting men to the west. Their intention, apparently, was to reach the rally point for Stephen of Stonewald’s forces and join. Lord Caballus was well renowned as being an expert cavalry man, and his own army consisted of well-trained infantry and some of the best cavalry in all of Lenfald. Joining his forces were some two hundred Mountain Orcs.

Alexander did not take well to this news, for this force outnumbered his own two-to-one. But, he wasted no time and marched his men south and west into the wilds of central Lenfald in the hopes of quickly catching Lord Caballus, and his combined army, before they met up with the larger force of Stephen of Stonewald…

"May you be blessed to live in interesting times." --Ancient Chinese curse

I sat with my back to the large mound of twisted rock, listening carefully. From even ten feet away it would have been extremely difficult to pick me out, wrapped in my green-grey cloak and standing dead still against a large creeper growing up the side of the rocks. I’d been like this for the past hour waiting to hear the sound of Wulf drawing his hand-cart along the highway. The rouges were too. Word had gotten to them of our little “rumour” about the gold for the funding of Lenfalds armies, and they’d taken the bait.Suddenly, I heard it, faint at first but slowly getting louder and louder; the sound of Wulfs’ unmistakeable low voice raised in song and his heavy footsteps along with the creak of a rusty axle. The rouges moved into position, quite loudly. Strange I thought, What if there are more than we expected? Pushing aside my doubt I slowly started to move up the rock face. Then, as expected, I heard a shout and the sound of the outlaws rushing out onto the road. Suddenly a deafening road split the air. Panic struck me. Quickly I scrambled up the mound, unslinging my bow as I went. When I reached the top I peered carefully over and observed the situation. Three rouges in total, roughly dress and armoured men, loyal to the usurper Stephen. One of Stephans’ men had Wulf restrained; the other two were rummaging through the chest on Wulfs cart. But, to my horror, I saw a huge, grey figure towering over them all, a huge iron club in its massive fist. A mountain troll, huge figures with immense strength. Somehow Stephan had enslaved one.In a split second, I reacted. An arrow was on the bowstring in a blink of an eye, the bow raised to my eyes I estimated the distant and angles and in one smooth motion I released. The shot was dead on target; right in between the Trolls eyes. A split second after the first arrow was released a second followed it. The huge figure stumbled, taking one giant step and slowly sinking to its knees, blood pouring from the wounds my two well-aimed arrows had punched in its flabby skin. And then, with a crash, it fell on its back, dead.The outlaws stood for a moment in shocked silence, watching as their succumbed to my two black shafted arrows. And then I was upon them. Dropping my bow and drawing my short sword from my sheath, I leapt down from the rocks and slashed my sword across the exposed ribs of the bandit closet to me. He fell with a startled grunt. I spun around and raised my sword to block a blow from the second rouge and then spun, without warning, and landed two lightning blows on the third bandits’ helmet, knocking him out cold. I then I reversed my grip on my sword and stabbed behind me. I was rewarded with the sound of the final outlaws cry as the sword took him to the chest and he fell, mortally wounded, to the ground.All in all. Another good days work.

The death of High Lord Wenseclaus II prompted Lord Stephan of Stonewald to turn his back on Lenfald and claim the throne for himself.

Loyalist armies and allies from Garheim and Loreos followed Stephan and his army of mercenaries and traitors to the ruined City of Elavia in the southern mountains. Determined to to defeat this threat to the throne of Lenfald, a final assault on the ruins and Stephans last stronghold is planned.

Don't worry, all, I'll be putting the finishing touches in my entry in the early afternoon! Anyway, My Intelligence officers have informed me that the outlaws are planning an invasion as revenge for the Clear the swamps act! Those cowards have chosen to fight us as we are still recovering from the wounds of our civil war! Let us show them that we are yet still strong by posting a (small) scene of brave lenfel knights brutally massacring those outlaw fiends against all odds!

No this is NOT a local challenge, I am just throwing this out there because I think that it would be a good base for some great freebuilds! See the outlaw faction thread for details of their cowardly plan.

Hear ye, hear ye!The ursurper was defeated! Stephan is dead, his body laid broken on the battlefield! His armies are in ruin! His mercenaries and outlaws are fleeing back to their marshes and mountain dwellings! Nobles of Lenfald, you answered your motherlands' call when she needed it most. On behalf of the council of Stonewald, we thank you, and will honor your victories forever!

Now only rests the issue of succession, and by Lenfald tradition, it will be decided by Noble's Voice - a vote! Any noble can issue a candidate, and then we all together must decide who will be the next High Lord of Lenfald!

The Challenge!Create a scene showing your candidate for High Lordship doing something good for the people of Lenfald, like handing out food, overseeing repairs, etc. etc. Be creative!

Rules, voting and deadline!

DEADLINE- For this contest, you will have two weeks time. That means the DEADLINE IS WEDNESDAY, THE 17TH OF OCTOBER 2012 - 23:59 AMSTERDAM TIME!

RULES- No size limit, but the emphasis must be on your candidate and his actions, not on the surroundings.- Your character must be of Lenfald origin. Create a background for him and make him a person of some influence and importance. - You are not allowed to enter your own character.

VOTING- Once the deadline ends, voting will begin. the voting period will last until the end of the month. (October 31st)- You may not vote for yourself- You may vote only once!- Vote by sending me (Teherean) a PM with the name of the contestant you wish to vote for.- Members who have not completed their CIC or have less than 5 posts on CC are not allowed to vote.

Adittional Information!

This is phase 2 of the 4th Lenfald Local Contest. The first phase, Death to the Ursurper, has ended. Once both phases are complete, a post dedicated to all entries and winners will be compiled.

Judging of the first phase is currently underway, and will be done by me (Teherean, faction overseer) and Mark of Falworth of Loreos, who will guest-judge. Once the judging has been completed, I will post the results here.

This contest's concept was originally created by Lenfald member Fireglade. All credit goes to him!

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Scoring!

For this phase of the contest, you will receive 3 points for entering, and 4 points for winning. The runner up gains an additional two points, making the totals as follows:Winner: 3+4=7 pointsRunner up: 3+2= 5 points

I'm keeping it low, so I can implement a larger contest later this month (maybe).

Good Luck, and Leg Godt!

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I didn't complete my entry even with the extended deadline! . I gueass that I will turn it into a free buid once it is done. @ teherean, can I still enter the second phase? Is it a separate contest w/ separate scoring?

I didn't complete my entry even with the extended deadline! . I gueass that I will turn it into a free buid once it is done. @ teherean, can I still enter the second phase? Is it a separate contest w/ separate scoring?

Yes, you can enter in the second phase. Too bad you couldn't finish in time! Looking forward to that freebuild, though.

I didn't complete my entry even with the extended deadline! . I gueass that I will turn it into a free buid once it is done. @ teherean, can I still enter the second phase? Is it a separate contest w/ separate scoring?

Yes, you can enter in the second phase. Too bad you couldn't finish in time! Looking forward to that freebuild, though.

friskywhiskers wrote:Don't worry, all, I'll be putting the finishing touches in my entry in the early afternoon! Anyway, My Intelligence officers have informed me that the outlaws are planning an invasion as revenge for the Clear the swamps act! Those cowards have chosen to fight us as we are still recovering from the wounds of our civil war! Let us show them that we are yet still strong by posting a (small) scene of brave lenfel knights brutally massacring those outlaw fiends against all odds!

No this is NOT a local challenge, I am just throwing this out there because I think that it would be a good base for some great freebuilds! See the outlaw faction thread for details of their cowardly plan.